"Right away, Your Majesty, but..." Lucius spoke cautiously as he stepped forward, his tone uncertain, as though weighing the weight of what he was about to say. "Regarding Prince Hendrix, we... I observed something very suspicious about him that I believe you should know."
Heinz pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes shut, trying to suppress the rage steadily burning beneath his skin. His voice came out tight and clipped. "What?"
What more could he possibly have to know about that fucking nuisance?
Lucius hesitated for a beat, then said, "I couldn't see his emotions at all. There has only ever been one person I've been unable to read—and that's always been you, Your Majesty. I had no idea His Highness, Prince Hendrix, could even use that kind of magic considering…"
He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't have to. Heinz already knew what he meant.
Considering Hendrix was only half-Concordian.
Heinz opened his eyes slowly, the red in them darker now. "Alright. Go fetch Afton now."
